Skeptic vs Spectacle

As I swept leaves from the floors of the Casa Verde and listened to Me without You, a poem crept into my brain:

the difference between you and me (yes, i know "you and me" is not grammatically correct)
is that whereas I sweep
you merely critique on the dirt I've left behind

the difference
between you and me
is that while I dance in the streets
you tap your toes in your seat

the difference between
you
and me
is that while I'm giving love in the form of a kiss on the cheek
you scoff at the word and ponder its meaning

the difference between you
and I
is that while we listen to the same song
I listen to it ten times, while you're eager to pass it by

the difference between
you and me
is the space between an embrace of akward distant relatives
and that of love struck teens

the difference between you
and
I
is that while my eyes are overflowing
yours are dry
while I drink velvet
you drink rye